[Verse 1]
With primitive ablution
Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion
Oh the wait is young and we’ve failed again
The fleshy existence you keep to yourself
Insecure

[Chorus]
We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, magnificent
Machines of joy, magnificent

[Verse 2]
We are a vision of extraordinary contortion
An athletic form of warm distortion
And the trial it shows, we lose again
The fleshy existence you keep to yourself
Insecure

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
You are a vision, you are a vision, a vision
Tell me what he said, it doesn’t really matter
Just tell me what he said, and I don’t really care
It’s only what he said, we can make it back to
Tell me what he said, no I don’t really care
Help is on the way, help is on the way
Help is on the way, we all go
[Chorus]